Inside the academy, Xiu Qiyan anxiously hugged Xue Yun and violently pushed open the wooden door of Liu Yansong's room, shouting, "Liu Yansong! Save him!"
When Liu Yansong in the house heard the deafening shout, he couldn't help but frown and look angry.
He was about to open his mouth to curse, but when his eyes fell on the pale, unconscious Xue Yun in Xiu Qiyan's arms, all the scolding words were instantly swallowed back into his stomach, replaced by a short and urgent words: "Follow me!"
After Xiu Qiyan carefully placed Xue Yunqing on the soft bed, Liu Yansong immediately began to carefully examine his injuries.
He skillfully stretched out his right hand, gently pinched a poisonous stinger that was glowing with a faint green light, and with a little force, pulled it out of the wound.
Then he fed Xue Yun a pill, and without hesitation, he sat cross-legged behind Xue Yun, put his palms on his back, and used his own skills to try to force the toxins that had penetrated deep into his bone marrow out of his body bit by bit.
Seeing this, Xiu Qiyan, who was standing by, did not dare to delay at all and continuously transferred his skills into Liu Yansong's body through his palms.
After a long time, the last trace of poison was forced out of Xue Yun's body.
But even though the poison had been removed, Xue Yun's eyes were still closed and he showed no signs of waking up.
"Why hasn't he woken up yet?" Xiu Qiyan looked at Xue Yun lying quietly on the sickbed and couldn't help but ask worriedly.
At this moment, Liu Yansong was standing in front of the cabinet, searching for the elixir. Hearing Xiu Qiyan's question, he paused for a moment. Without even turning around, he replied in a calm yet somewhat sarcastic tone, "What? Now you're feeling sorry for your son?"
This sentence hit Xiu Qiyan's heart like a heavy hammer, giving him a headache. He took a deep breath, suppressed the annoyance in his heart, and explained helplessly, "He is not my son..."
Hearing this, Liu Yansong frowned and pushed the other person away with disgust. Anger flashed in his eyes and he shouted viciously: "Don't take out your grudge between us on a child. The child is innocent!"
“I didn’t take my anger out on…”
The other party seemed to want to make some excuses, but Liu Yansong didn't give him a chance and interrupted him directly: "If you didn't vent your anger on him, why don't you even dare to acknowledge your own son? Let me tell you! Xue Yun is a good child. If you don't know how to cherish him and don't want to treat him well, then give him to me to raise!"
After saying that, Liu Yansong no longer paid attention to the other party, and slowly poured the extremely precious elixir in his hand into the wooden barrel that had been prepared long ago.
Xiu Qiyan, who was standing next to him, looked at him for a long time. He didn't respond to what he had just said, but asked, "Do you want to take a bath?"
Hearing this, Liu Yansong glanced at Xiu Qiyan, who was still young, handsome and elegant, and a complex emotion surged in his heart.
Then, Liu Yansong turned around and looked at his wrinkled hands. He gently raised his hands and gently stroked his wrinkled cheeks with his fingertips, and a stabbing pain subconsciously came from his heart.
Although these elders are almost all over a hundred years old, they should be able to easily maintain their youthful appearance thanks to their unfathomable cultivation.
But Liu Yansong is different. He used to be a handsome man praised by everyone, but since that incident, although his cultivation is still there, he can no longer maintain his youth. He will get older and older as he grows older.
Liu Yansong took a deep breath and said sarcastically, "What? Are you still interested in watching an old man like me bathe? Please don't disgust me."
Hearing this, the other party couldn't help but frown and responded with some dissatisfaction: "Do you have to be so sarcastic? Can you communicate properly?"
Liu Yansong snorted disapprovingly and said, "I don't want to bother with you about this. Go and carry Xue Yun into the barrel."
Hearing this, Xiu Qiyan glanced in the direction of Xue Yun with suspicion, but finally walked forward as he was told, picked up Xue Yun, and slowly put him into the huge wooden barrel filled with rich elixir liquid.
After Xiu Qiyan was settled, he couldn't help but turn to look at Liu Yansong and asked curiously, "Why are you giving him a medicinal bath?"
Liu Yansong rolled his eyes at Xiu Qiyan and snorted in annoyance, "You said you weren't angry with him, but your son's hidden injuries haven't healed yet, and yet you threw him into the secret realm without a word."
"What hidden injury? Was he injured before?"
Faced with Xiu Qiyan's reaction, Liu Yansong seemed quite impatient. He shook off his hand and muttered, "How should I know the specific situation? Hasn't he always been by your side?"
After saying that, he no longer paid attention to Xiu Qiyan and continued to add more precious elixir into the wooden barrel.
Liu Yansong skillfully poured the elixir from the bottle in his hand while chattering non-stop, "When Xue Yun first came to me, he was covered in wounds, a horrible sight. Fortunately, I spent several months nursing him back to health with this excellent elixir bath every day, and finally his injuries began to improve slightly. And now, you've abandoned your son in the secret realm again..."
Xiu Qiyan couldn't help but sigh deeply when he heard his words, and then he patiently explained to him again: "I've already told you that Xue Yun is not my son, why don't you believe it?"
However, Liu Yansong angrily reached out and shoved Xiu Qiyan out the door, yelling, "You bastard! Get out of here!"
As the door was slammed shut with a dull thud, Xiu Qiyan stood outside the door helplessly.
Liu Yansong, who was in the house, gradually calmed down his excited emotions after successfully driving Xiu Qiyan out.
He walked slowly towards the huge wooden barrel placed in the corner of the room.
He looked at Xue Yun's face, which was 70% similar to Xiu Qiyan's when he was young, and couldn't help but gently pinched Xue Yun, who still had his eyes closed.
At the same time, he kept muttering in a low voice: "...Why do you look like this? You have a perfectly good face, but you just have to look so much like that person... And you say they're not your biological child. How can anyone believe such nonsense... How can I believe it..."
As he spoke, Liu Yansong's eyes became empty, and he muttered to himself: "If only my son were still alive..."
After a long time, Liu Yansong let out a long sigh. The sigh was like a cold wind blowing through the silent valley, carrying endless loneliness and helplessness.
His steps seemed a little heavy as he slowly walked towards the door.
However, shortly after Liu Yansong left, Xue Yun, who had kept his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes without any warning.
His eyes shot straight towards the door, and a barely perceptible glint flashed in them.
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